So many times I think that if I just cry,
Just let it all flood out, I'll feel much better.
Sometimes, just the penning of the words on the page
Makes this sordid life worth the living.
These are some of the things that invade my brain,
What does it matter anyway? What other words
Are left for me to adequately say?
I just know that for some reason I am here today
And thusly gone tomorrow.

11/08/2009

Posted on 11/08/2009
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